tuesday's gone.

and so is most of august. and as summer tapers off into the leafy loveliness of autumn, i try to recall what has been a whirlwind of a season. which, of course, sounds like a phrase from a regency romance - all masquerade balls and strolls through manicured gardens and flushed frivolity. the whirlwind here really only refers to the speed. the speed of days turning into nights, nights into new mornings and months collapsing into each other like tired lawn chairs.

this summer has been the fastest yet. possibly because there was more drizzle than sizzle - the rain rain wouldn't go away and then had the nerve to come again another day - and another and another, until the summer slid into a sloppy, soppy mess.

and while it might have dampened my shoes, it certainly didn't touch my spirits - yes, i'm still chipper and un-hipper than ever before. after all, it's been a bizarre yet wonderful little chapter. and i am the wiser for it all.

now, how much more randomness can fall possibly bring?

a truckload i'm sure.

i can't wait.